Blackjack David came a-ridin? through the woodSingin? so loud and merryHis voice was a-ringin? through the green, green fieldsAnd he spied a fair-haired maidenSpied a fair haired maiden?Listen here lass, my name is JackAnd I come from afarLookin? for a fair haired lass like youWon't you come and be my brideCome and be my bride???Now would you forsake your husband, dearWould you forsake your babyWould you forsake your fine, fine homeTo go with a Blackjack DavidGo with Blackjack David???Yes, I?d forsake my husband, dearAnd I?d forsake my babyAnd I?d forsake my fine, fine homeJust to go with you Blackjack DavidGo with you Blackjack David?She put on her high heeled bootsMade of Spanish leatherAnd he pulled her up behind him thenAnd they both rode off togetherBoth rode off togetherWell, last night she slept in a fine, fine bedBeside her husband and babyTonight she sleeps on a cold, cold groundBeside old Blackjack DavidBeside old Blackjack DavidBeside old Blackjack DavidBeside old Blackjack David